her brashness doesn't faze him in the slightest ━━ bounces right off of him as he merely smiles and shakes his head dismissively . “ sorry ! i just enjoy chit - chatting ! you never know what's actually going through someone's mind, not until you start conversation with them ! even when they seem extra grouchy, that just tells me that something might be bothering you ! and that maybe you'd like a pair of listening ears . ”
` Her brows raise slightly as he continues his tirade of words, assaulting her ears with his endless barrage of positivity and chatter, her expression twisting in annoyance as he goes on. "Absolutely not" she replies almost instantaneously, shaking her head so sharply that her soft curls waft around her face. "I literally can't think of anything more fucking unbearable than having a heart to heart with you" she's irritated, more so than usual, but Abel is right in his assumption that there's more going on under the hood- she just needs to take it out on someone. Unfortunately for him, he's a prime target for her misdirected rage.
"It'd be a shame for this drive full of valuable intel go to waste," he said. "Weapons prototypes, security plans for your next assignment, and probably some other goodies. I actually don't know -- see, I don't pay much attention to my day job and my eyes started glazing over. There might be a copy of the unaired K-Pop Demon Hunters 48 on there. Don't know how it got there because I would never, ever sneak into a broadcast station and steal media. Because it's wrong."
` A muscle in her jaw ticks as she sees Gilbert Gladstone approaching her, posture shifting, arms folding tightly across her chest. "I have no interest in anything acquired by your... unique talents" Min replies, her voice cool and calm. "How did you know i was here, Gilbert, this is a top secret excursion." Mins eyes narrow sharply, knowing that Gil has ties to many different folks in the underworld of Sol City, but wanting to know where the leak is so she can plug it.
The open air was not as nearly as fresh for him when the city felt like it was closing in. He was one fuse short of a disaster, but the lighter being extended was not the problem, maybe it was the hand. "I could never figure it out." He muttered almost to himself as he gestured vaguely to where they stood. "The steps. Are they too far forward or too far back?" It almost sounded philosophical.
` Her head tilts, eyes narrowing almost imperceptibly before she casts her gaze around at the council building then the steps below. Lourdes rescinds the lighter, tucking it into her purse before taking another drag of her cigarette and looking him over carefully. "They're exactly where they need to be" she purrs softly, smiling at him "the real question here is- are you?"
had anyone else posed this particular question, they would have found themselves flying head first into the nearest wall. but since this was her best friend (her very best); the playful inquiry washed off sanghaya's shoulders like sparkly dewdrops. ❛yeah, I just don't want to mess up my makeup.❜ laughs the dragoness, who has grown accustomed to the composition thanks to her father's hoarding. gold being syrax's first playmate before anyone or anything else in life. ❛but from here, it seems off. might be more bronze. people have oftened mixed the components to shortsell their customers.❜ sanghaya explains, eyes scanning the store for a proper gift the patriarch of the ryu clan would like. spotting a jade wristwatch to replace the dupe.
` She laughs, putting both cufflinks back on the counter- ignoring the attendant as she browses the other wares. "He just deserves something like, nice" Gabs shrugs, sighing almost in annoyance at the shops less than worthy trinkets. "Can you see anything decent that he would actually like?" the socialite asks idly, picking up a chain necklace and inspecting it with a less than impressed expression. She's glad Syrah is here though, having a dragon for a best friend has its benefits- especially when you're trying to shop for jewelery.
"Like you don't own a million of them," he says. "Your mom said to make myself at home." For once in his life, the vampire-mutant is squeaky clean: blood scrubbed out from underneath his claws, graveyard dirt shampooed out of his scalp, and the grime of viscera washed away from behind his pointy ears. Alvie sips from a crystal glass of vintage wine, eyes glued to the television set. "What kind of dumbass says the wrong name at a wedding?" he says, mostly to the boys. "You're telling me he acts like this for how many more seasons?" He picks up an expensive container full of moisturizer, picking a chunk out with the flat of his claws and slathering it on his cheek.
` Her mouth is open. her expression incredulous as she takes in languid form. A scoff escapes Gabs as the struggles to comprehend what he just said. her hands curling into fists at her side- a faint violet hue shimmering around her eyes as she fights back the urge to launch him through the window. "She meant, like take off your shoes and help yourself to a snack or something" Gabs retorts, her voice tight, coiled in anger "not raid my skincare and wear my clothes!" She stomps over and snatches the wine glass from his hand, "Is this my Moms 80 year vintage Pinot Noir?" she asks, disbelieving as she sniffe the glass. "you have one minute to go and get dressed before i leave you in a ditch somewhere you little fucking gremlin."
Emmalyn frowns. This girl isn't going to back down as easily as she'd like. Shifting her weight, she adopts a more solid stance. One that won't be moved easily.
"That's funny," Emmalyn grins humorlessly. "Last time I checked I could walk through here just fine." Emmalyn tilts her head, not quite threatening, but not submissive.
Her eyes flicker past the other woman, checking for any additional bodies as well as making sure her route would be clear, should things go south.
"So unless something major has changed in the last day, you're gonna have to do better than that."
` Min notices the change in the others stance, her sharp eyes cataloguing and filing it away as she always does when assessing potential threats. She pushes away from the wall and folds her arms across her chest, a physical blockade in the womans way now, her lean muscles flexing under the black turtleneck she wears. "You're right" she replies, her voice even and measured "before it was restricted. A temporary arrangement you're not privy to because you're not relevant to the assignment." Her voice isn't cruel, just factual, her eyes remaining fixed on the others form, not quite her face- Min always watches hands rather than expressions, they're usually where the swords come from unless she's against a real freak. "So turn around, before I personally escort you away" It's not a threat, it's a certainty, a cold promise wrapped in Mins steady, soft voice, so used to disciplining children.
Emmalyn paid no mind to the girl standing by her path, intending to pass her as she would any other, until the woman spoke. Emma's own posture tenses, swiveling her head to better examine the potential new threat.
"I'd suggest you check yourself, missy," Emmalyn sneers, dragging her gaze up and down the strange woman, sizing her up. "I'll walk where I please."
` Min's eyebrow arches ever so slightly as the stranger snaps back, noting the others tone as she quips back to the security escorts threat. "It wasn't a suggestion" Min replies, her posture shifting ever so slightly under the others gaze "this isn't a public path, I won't tell you again." Her voice is cool, calm, steady- her expression even and icy. She's used to pushback from members of the public, so this isn't an unusual occurrence for her, but she really doesn't want to get into anything right now.
@lolipopchainscw || Gabs & Alvie - Make yourself at home...
` Gabs unlocks the front door to the Ryu manor, stepping inside and dropping her keys in the ornate kintsugi bowl by the entrance as the door shuts firmly behind her, the mahogany echoing a heavy sound into the hallyway. She sighs, pulling her sunglasses up onto her head as she walks towards the loungs, freezing in the archway as her eyes find Alvie lounging on the plush couch with three of her brothers scattered around, egyptian cotton towel wrapped around his head, her embroidered silk gown wrapped around his body. Her eyes widen in surprise, then narrow in a dangerous cold fury as she takes in the sight, her hands clenching at her sides.
"Is that... my robe?" her voice is steady, almost sharp in her anger.
❛you can never go wrong with gold. if that even is the real thing.❜ answers the female dragoness in earnest; busy devouring an oversized glass of shrimp cocktails. her toned arms already burdened with various bags; syrax preparing for her clutch, refusing to have her children in anything but the best. and thankfully, it was all on santiago's dime. perks of being a pampered princess of a revolutionary. ❛besides, I can get you way better gems than those tiny trinkets.❜ syrax cackles, nearly scaring an attendant to death while flashing a fanged smile.
` She purses her lips and nods, sighing softly. "Can you like, smell if its real gold or whatever?" she asks, holding the cufflinks to Syrah expectantly, shaking them like you would a treat in front of a dog- although there's no disrespect meant in the gesture, it's just how the two express their fondness for each other. "They're for my Grandpa's birthday- he likes the simple things, you know that" a slight pout capturing her features as she recalls how her Grandfather rejects the flamboyance herself and her mother try to adorn him with- preferring clean lines and soft fabrics as opposed to silks and velvets.
Lourdes & ? || Location - outside the council building
` Standing in the... fresh... open air of Sol City, a cigarette is held daintily in her fingers, sunglasses covering the majority of her face as she smokes elegantly on the steps of the council building. She taps away some wayward ash, surveying the courtyard below with an unreadable expression, her mind whirring at a million miles a minute. Lourdes is like this, always planning, always calculating her next move. She spots someone nearby fumbling with their pockets and smiles, her charming aura snapping into place immediately.
"Need a light?" she offers, her voice warm like honey, a lighter extended in her neatly manicured hand.
Min & ? || Location: The outskirts of the city, not quite in the wastes.
` Min leans against a low wall, her posture relaxed yet perfectly poised, as though she's ready for anything. She checks her watch, her quarry should be here in 10 minutes- she's always early to assess the area for threats, or anything out of the ordinary. An approaching figure catches her attention and her eyes snap to them, narrowing almost dangerously. "Unless you're my quarry, I'd suggest turning around and returning back the way you came. This isn't a public throughway." Her voice is calm, the kind of calm that makes you straighten and listen.
Gabs & ? || Location: a shopping mall in central Sol City
` She stands at the counter, holding up two different sets of cufflinks- analysing them carefully with a critical eye. One set are polished silver tigers, encrusted with small gems for the eyes, delicate and detailed. The other, twin flames in burnished gold, layered with different golds that shine and reflect under the fluorescent lights. "Hm" she muses softly, turning them both this way and that "I don't know which i like more" She glances to the person next to her, not apologising for being present nor moving out of their way- continuing to take up space as she tries to make her decision.
it was uncommon for storm to be in this environment. but he figured it was time to break out of his shell a little. he had resided in the city for a couple of years and only knew a handful of people. he wasn't even really close with people that he worked with, nor did he consider them friends. friends. the whole reason why he forced himself to travel outside of his comfort zone. he didn't necessarily need them, but a part of him, a part that was growing, wanted them. he wanted to be able to shoot the shit with buds and have deep conversations. it was hard for him to admit. he had been nursing his drink alone for an abnormally long amount of time before he finally decided to talk. "is it usually this...packed?" he asked no one in particular.
` She leans against the bar, the elegance of a cat lounging in its chosen territory, watching the bartender mix her drink with a glint in her eye. Her lips are curled in a smile, her expression neutral yet calculated. She turns to him as he speaks, her brow arching slightly. "This is Sol City's hottest venue" she chuckles, her voice a low purr "if you were looking for a casual, intimate drink- you should have visited The Saints instead- Val the owner prefers the energy to be... softer there" another small laugh leaves her, reaching for her drink when it's placed in front of her with a wink to the bartender.
location: actually anywhere . . . i'll roll with whatever < 3
synopsis: nothing truly set . . . abel just loves to yap :/ indulge him, give him someone that'll match his energy < 3
“ it’s always ‘ why did you go out in the storm ’ and ‘ you're soaking wet ’ but never how was the storm, the storm looked fun, was it fun ? you'd think that they'd bore themselves with such repetitive questions ! ”
` She examines her nail beds intently, barely listening to him as he speaks. A soft sigh escapes her as she registers the exasperation in his voice, but he gets no sympathy from the socialite, only a cold glare and a slight curl of her lip. "Do you ever, like, shut up? Or do I need to get the aspirin to pre-empt the fucking headache you're going to give me?"
synopsis: liyah's bloodlust is getting the best of her & she's looking to suck you muse dry of all they've got . wether or not she's successful, is up to you / for us to plot < 3 she loves to toy with other's emotions and isn't truly above using her power to get what she wants, but right now, she's simply testing the waters . . . trying to see how far she can get . this is all but a game for her and your muse to play .
“ you should ditch your friends and meet me in the lobby ━━ hard not to be cocky when i'm flashy, and i'm gaudy . ” her hand reaches ━━ tracing delicately, dangerously, from their shoulder to arm . leaves space for them to pull away, doesn't allow influence to seep into their consciousness [ . . . ] not quite yet . always one to play with a potential meal, she works her assets . ups her ‘ god - given ’ charm . “ i mean, you did enjoy my show . . . right ? lemme give ‘ya somethin’ else to enjoy . ”
` Min sits at the bar, waiting for her husband to join her- nursing a glass of sparkling water. Her eyes scan across the patrons of the bearded lady- cool, calculating, ready. She spots the woman leaning into the man a few feet away, she can practically smell the danger emanating from her and her brow arches as she watches the scene unfold. Careful flattery, quiet promises, dark gazes through fluttered lashes- using every trick in the book, it seems. A scoff escapes her and she sips her drink, intrigued and unsure if she'll intervene or let the sap reap the consequences of being so easily influenced by a pretty face.
( Sofia Boutella, 43, cis-female, she/her ) — Look who it is! If you take a look at our database, you’ll find that LOURDES BARROW is a COUNWILWOMAN that works in SECTOR 9. That must be why they’re CHARISMATIC and MANIPULATIVE. If you ask me, they remind me of Rings clinking on manicured fingers, Smoky lounges thick with jazz, Velvet drapes, Cold wine glasses sweating in manicured hands, A silk smile stretched over teeth made for war. They are affiliated with THE DEMOCRATIC COUNCIL.
basic information:
character name: Lourdes Barrow
nickname (s): L
face claim: Sofia Boutella
mutation status: N/A
birthday: November 6th
sexuality: Bisexual
moral alignment: Neutral evil
occupation: Councillor
work sector:
affiliation: The Democratic Council
3 positive traits: Charismatic, Magnetic, Creative
3 negative traits: Manipulative, Narcissistic, Arrogant
biography (optional): Here
questionnaire:
how do they feel about living in sol city? have they always lived there or did they travel from another settlement? "I've always lived here. It's my home, my families home- a place where people and mutants thrive together."
do they trust the council’s leadership? why or why not? "Of course I trust myself and my fellow councillors, i wouldn't have run for the position if i didn't believe in it."
if they chose their sector and profession, why did they make that choice? if they didn’t, why not? were they happy with their assignment or not? "I initially worked in Sector 3 before moving to Sector 9- i loved both jobs, but entertainment is where i really thrive."
what’s one object that they always keep on their person? A pen gifted to her from her mother.
(Davika Hoorne, 36, cis-female, she/her) - Look who it is! If you take a look at our database, you’ll find that MINKE SAELI is a SECURITY ESCORT that works in SECTOR 1. According to the file, they’re a mutant with the power of ENHANCED BODY and WEAPONS MASTERY. That must be why they’re CALCULATED and COLD. If you ask me, they remind me of a mothers lullaby heard softly across the hall, the grazes that decorate bloodied knuckles and the fear you feel staring into the unknown. They are affiliated with NO-ONE.
basic information:
character name: Minke Saeli
nickname (s): Min
face claim: Davika Hoorne
mutation status: Gen II
birthday: September 3rd
sexuality: Heterosexual
moral alignment: Neutral
occupation: Security Escort
work sector: 1
affiliation: Nobody
3 positive traits: Calculated, Disciplined, Protective
3 negative traits: Cold, Distant, Controlling
biography (optional): Here
questionnaire:
how do they feel about living in sol city? have they always lived there or did they travel from another settlement? "I moved here with my husbands for work. The city is suited to my skills, but the schools could be better for my children."
do they trust the council’s leadership? why or why not? "I don't tust anyone who believes they are above anyone else."
if they chose their sector and profession, why did they make that choice? if they didn’t, why not? were they happy with their assignment or not? "My abilities are well suited for security escort work, i used to be a mercenary for hire before i met my husband.."
what’s one object that they always keep on their person? Her wedding ring on a chain around her neck and a photo of her family.
(mutant only section)
what is your character’s ability (or abilities)?
Enhanced Body:
These users possess bodies that far exceed normal human limits while still feeling believable. They have immense strength, speed, and agility—able to lift multi-ton objects, move at extreme velocities, react to bullets, and perform precise, complex movements with near-perfect control. Their endurance is extraordinary, allowing them to fight for days without rest, resist extreme environments, and withstand massive physical forces with minimal harm.
Their senses are vastly heightened, enabling them to detect minute details across sight, sound, smell, and touch. They also heal rapidly, regenerating even severe injuries over time, while resisting fatigue through efficient energy recovery. Combined with slowed aging and lifespans reaching up to a thousand years, they remain in peak condition far longer than ordinary humans.
Weapons Mastery:
These users are masters of weaponry, capable of wielding virtually any weapon—from simple tools to advanced or alien technology—with exceptional skill and ease. In their hands, any object can become an effective weapon, used with precision, accuracy, and tactical expertise. Their proficiency is so refined that they can effortlessly overpower others using similar weapons and precisely target weaknesses or pressure points.
are they gen i or gen ii? Gen II
what can your character do? what are their strengths? Min is a near-perfect combatant whose enhanced body and weapon mastery amplify one another. Her immense strength, speed, senses, and endurance allow her to wield any weapon with unmatched precision and effectiveness, turning even ordinary objects into deadly tools. This synergy makes her exceptionally versatile—capable of dominating in combat, adapting to any environment, and executing both brute-force attacks and precise, tactical strikes with equal ease
what can’t they do? what are their weaknesses? She isn't invulnerable and can still be harmed by weapons, she is also extremely protective of her family and friends, so if they were in danger she could become unpredictable.
is there anything else you’d like to specify about them? She has 2 children, Beta and Nemo.
